One shots- Harry Potter

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Draco got off his broom and stormed into the shower room.
'Draco!' A voice called from behind him.

'Shut up, Potter! That snitch was mine and you know it!' Draco shouted back as he opened up his locker. The two ignored everyone else coming into the shower room; whom were staying quiet as the two fought.

'I'm not saying it wasn't! I'm just saying it wasn't me who jinxed you!' Harry Potter said, appearing beside him.
'Especially with that jinx when you were so high up! If you hadn't seen it coming, you would have fallen off your broom. I would never risk that!'

'Then who done it?' Draco asked, staring into his locker.

'I- I think it was Ron...' Potter mumbled.

'Oh so you got your best mate to sabotage me!' Draco spat coldly at the raven, grabbing his clothes and slamming his locker shut. He turned around and walked over to a shower stall.

'Draco, I would never sabotage you and you know it!' Potter told him. Draco rolled his eyes and went into he shower stall, locking the door behind him.
'Draco!' The blond ignored him and got out of his Quidditch kit.
'Draco, please... I would never risk losing you as a friend.'
Draco sighed and turned on the shower.
A few seconds later, Draco heard the next shower turn on.

Five minutes later, Draco left the shower stall as he was drying his hair. He jumped slightly when he saw Potter sitting on the bench in front of his locker.
'Harry...' Draco mumbled. Potter stood up from the bench and walked over to him, gently grabing Draco's wrists.

'Please, Draco, believe me,' Potter whispered. Draco looked into his eyes and sighed.

'I- I believe you, Harry,' Draco said. Potter grinned and hugged him. Draco jumped slightly when Potter gasped and pulled back quickly, placing his hands on Draco's shoulders.

'Oh I just realised!' Potter said.
'You aren't wearing a sweater! That's amazing!' Potter shouted quietly, not wanting to draw more attention to Draco if the not wearing a sweater wasn't on purpose.

Draco's eyes widened at the information and quickly held his left arm to his chest.
'Shit, I forgot my sweater.'

'Oh... you can borrow mine,' Potter replied and proceeded to take off his red sweater with a H sewn into it. Draco stared at the material as thoughts flew through his mind.
'...you aren't allergic to polyester are you?'

'N-No- it's just... is it not cold outside?' Draco asked timidly, looking down at his very interesting shoes.

'Meh, I'm used to the cold,' Potter answered.
'Come on, just wear it. I don't mind going without for a day.' Draco looked at Potter through his eyelashes before slowly taking the sweater. He glanced around the room and quickly pulled the sweater on. He sighed in relief when his left arm was out of sight.
'Ha, it looks better on you,' Potter chuckled.
Draco blushed and looked away.
'Well, I better get going to discipline a certain red head.'
Draco smirked and turned his head back to face Potter.

'Make sure to throw a little jinx at him for me. Something like making his hair green... oh! Make it so everytime he says or thinks something nasty about a Slitherin he does ten or twenty star jumps depending on how bad,' Draco excitedly told him.

'Very well, My Prince, but I may have to ask Miss. Hermione Granger to cast the jinx. I would most likely mess it up and cast it on myself,' Potter replied. Draco blushed at the nickname.

'Y-You wouldn't mess it up... and even if you did, it wouldn't show,' Draco mumbled. Potter smiled widely at him and ruffled his hair before walking
away. Draco watched him leave as his heart pounded in his chest.